Chapter 3

The long object in his hands was a 50 caliber sniper rifle that is can pierce even armored cars.

A Barrett M82.

This weapon of destruction weighs around 14 kilograms and isn't even normally used to kill people.

It's used to destroy material, an anti-material rifle.

This was one of the reasons why the Yamashita family is on the rise.

They have connections with arms dealers and can easily acquire weapons like these.

In a country with such tight regulations like Japan having this kind of rifle is insane.

In the locker in front of him were many more weapons like automatic rifles and handguns.

The Yamashita's family firepower is no joke.

And the scary thing about them is that they're super hidden from the public so only a certain group of people know about their existence.

And since they gradually got more powerful overtime they can pull some big moves while being able to cover them up with the media and all.

Meguro put the gun back in the locker and took out a handgun.

A Beretta from Italy, one of the most reliable handguns ever made in his opinion.

He put it in his pocket together with two sets of rounds and closed the locker.

He looked at what he was wearing and thought that it was decent enough to go for a simple walk outside.

A white shirt paired with some grey jeans.

He put on some white loafers on his feet and went outside.

Even though it was kind of cold outside, it didn't affect him that much at all.

He looked on his phone's notes while walking around aimlessly and saw that he had nothing special planned for this week.

He decided to go to a restaurant to eat something.

He stopped in front of a fancy looking restaurant and entered the place with his hands in his pockets.

This restaurant was one owned by the Yamashita family and it was near his house too.

He went to the receptionist and saw that he didn't seem to recognize his face.

Meguro was pleased with that because his face wasn't that well known since he that would be troublesome.

The receptionist smiled while looking at him. "Welcome sir, do you have any reservation for tonight?"

Meguro smiled too and said. "Yes, one the third floor there should be a table with the name Meguro."

The man's eyes widened and he took out a sheet of paper and he looked on it for a while.

This restaurant had three floors.

This restaurant was already fancy enough to not allow a middle class family to afford a single meal on the first floor.

Only people with a good amount of money could have a meal on the first floor.

On the second floor only rich families could dream of going there since you have to make a reservation way ahead of time too.

And on the third floor only people that are on a special list are allowed to dine there.

It's usually executives from the family or family 'friends'.

The receptionist wiped the sweat off his forehead with a napkin and said. "Right away sir, I will call someone to escort you right away."

Meguro nodded and sat down on a couch to wait.

He didn't sit down for long because some people came down the stairs and stood in front of Meguro.

Both of them bowed and one said. "We'll be your waiters for tonight sir, now please follow us."

Meguro stood up and said. "Go ahead."

They started walking together and Meguro thought with a smirk while going up the stairs. 'Both of them are tall and look pretty buff.

You can even see a bulge on one's waist and on the other guy's chest there's a slight bulge too, barely noticeable.

That should be where the guns are.'

These two waiters were probably retired enforcers from the family.

While being an enforcer brings more money and power if you live long enough, it is simply risky.

So some enforcers that don't want to do this anymore have to complete a request in order to work at one of the businesses owned by the family.

Arriving on the third floor you could see a big wooden door guarded by two guards that had automatic rifles in their hands.

Before arriving there there were more guards on the stairs that didn't have weapons in their hands but were most certainly equipped with handguns.

Meguro stepped in front of his two waiters and took out his handgun from his pocket and gave it to one of the guards.

Upon seeing the weapon, the guards didn't even twitch once.

It was a rule only people who could come here knew, you're not allowed to bring in weapons on the third floor.

Meguro smiled and said while giving him the two sets of rounds he had on him. "Take good care of it."

The man nodded while the other guard patted Meguro all over.

They still had to check to make sure you didn't have any other weapons on you.

The man checking him stopped once he got to the shoes and said while bowing. "Please enjoy your night."

Meguro nodded and entered went through the doors.

What could be seen inside was a big traditional-looking hall that was empty.

This place was very fancy looking but there was just no one inside.

This was normal since the only times the people on the list come here is when a meeting happens or they just want to dine peacefully.

As he entered, the doors behind him closed and he just continued walking until he arrived at a table for four.

He grabbed the menu on the table and thought what he should eat tonight.

After thinking about it, he called the two waiters that were standing at the door and told them his order.

After that, he took out his phone and started to go through social media.

While wasting some time, he heard the sound of the door opening so he raised his head and looked there with his eyebrows raised.

Staring from behind his round glasses at the door he saw the people who entered.

A man and a small child.